They pull me back in.
God, do I love the Godfather films.
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Anyhoo, I have been thinking a lot about getting better and what that really means.
I think that a part of me has always clung to the idea that there will be a time when the cruel self-bullying voices will stop and I won’t doubt everything and I will be “normal”. I never think that way about my other health problems. Ever. If anything, they feel like a part of me. I am not proud of them. They just are. Like me with them or leave me alone.
But the thing is, I don’t really think that’s how it works. I think that the key is balance. As much as you can. We, I, are more than just okay or not okay. Happy or cripplingly sad. We are mostly okay with bits and bobs of the other stuff, right? Being content is no bad thing.
So I have started to think that maybe the trick is to acknowledge the things that make me sad or deeply upset and find a way not to give into them. Which is something that I am taking the steps to do. But it is a marathon, not a race. And I have to remember to take the time to check in with myself and make sure that I am alright and not swaying one way a lot more often than the other.
But that is the challenge, right? No worries though, I am up for it.
Besides, only Michael Corleone and Sith Lords deal in absolutes.
Thanks for reading. Keep an eye out for my next post.
All the best,